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vivwritescrappythings · 2 months

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Unfair

no outbreak!joel miller x fem!reader

an au about Joel attending a wedding simply inspired by Pedro's slutty little fit at the SAG awards.

part 2

tw: age gap (late 20s/late 40s), fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, alcohol, she/her pronouns, reader has hair long enough to twist around her finger, Joel is probably poorly written in this, and this whole thing is a little poorly written.

word count: 7.2k

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Your mom was smiling as you zipped her into her gown, the chiffon and lace dress gorgeous on her as you fastened the eyelet closed at the top of the bodice. You could feel the lens of the photographer’s camera trained on you both, the woman having been with you the entire morning to document the process of the bridal party getting ready.

The photographer was fluttering around the room, taking candid photos of you all making small talk and toasting mimosas. The posed photos had been earlier that morning, you all wearing your matching silk robes with your names screen-printed on the back. You didn’t know how much had been spent on the whole production–but it certainly wasn’t cheap. But, to see your mom glowing and her wide smile all morning, every penny must have been more than worth it.

Before you realized, you all wore dresses and bouquets of white flowers with magnificent greenery were being thrust in your hands. The wedding planner was ushering everyone out onto the stone walkway to the barn, women finally meeting men just outside the farmhouse turned wedding venue. The best man looked vaguely familiar to you as you placed your hand in the crook of his elbow to walk down the aisle, he must have been Shawn's eldest brother.

The officiant droned: he just repeated the same platitudes of what it means to love one another and be good spouses. You tried to stay focused, your eyes inevitably wandering. The ceremony space was picturesque: southern live oaks casting shadows in the late autumn sun as they married in front of the barn. It really couldn’t get more Texas than that, especially when you counted the number of cowboy hats in the crowd.

You could feel someone staring at you for the better part of the ceremony, making you glance out of the corner of your eye as you tried to find the source. Every fiber of you wanted to turn and look in earnest, but you knew that you’d ruin the photos as soon as your body twisted and your happy, grinning face wasn’t facing the bride and groom on the best day of their lives.

Your grip tightened around the bouquet in your hands as your skin crawled, your focus so jarred that you almost missed your cue to walk out. The cheers and clapping woke you from your reverie before the best man had to. Grasping him by the elbow, you walked back up the aisle between the celebrating wedding guests, the feeling of being watched now fading to the background.

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When you finally made it to the renovated barn, you were starving and in desperate need of a drink. The photos had run long, the photographers getting you all in a variety of line ups and poses. It was almost time for the plated dinner to begin, guests settling at assigned tables after a cocktail hour and the live band playing quiet music in the corner of the half-inside half-outside space that would eventually serve as the dance floor.

The orange lighting from string lights along the ceiling was soft, mismatched Edison bulbs hanging along zigzagged wires from wooden rafters. It painted the guests and decor in gold tones, making everything look sepia like an old photo.

With your double shot vodka tonic in hand, you found your name written in gold calligraphy on the seating chart. Your mom and her new husband were sitting together at a small table at the front of the room, a faux-neon sign behind them that displayed his last name. Well, their last name now.

You were at one of the front tables, the ivory table cloth nearly brushing the shiny wooden floor as you plucked your name card off your plate and sat down. There were only a few people you knew at the wedding, neighbors from the neighborhood you grew up in and a handful of your mother’s coworkers. But, they were seated elsewhere.

Some of the seats on the opposite side of the sprawling white and green centerpiece were occupied with strangers in flamboyant cowboy hats and boots, an obvious sign they were from out of town. You smiled politely as you sat down, taking a long sip of your drink as you checked your phone for the moment of downtime.

“This seat taken?” A deep, twangy voice made your gaze cut away from the screen and up to the right. You were immediately dumbstruck by how handsome the man was, his umber colored eyes reminding you of the sunlight hitting the tree trunks during the ceremony. A few of his dark brown curls were falling on his tanned forehead, the rest of his hair loosely pushed back.

You floundered for a moment, lips parting and no words coming out of your mouth. Finally you caught up, blinking a few times. The place card in front of the ornate gold and white place setting next to yours was your saving grace. “Well, uh, if you’re Joel M., the seat is all yours,” you said, looking back up at him.

God, you hoped he was Joel.

He smiled, the lines on his face becoming a bit more defined as he extended a hand toward you. “Joel Miller, nice to meet you…” he trailed off, waiting for your assistance.

You slipped your hand into his, his calloused palm engulfing yours as he shook it politely. You introduced yourself, neck craned back so you could look him in the eye. He released your hand and sat down, setting the glass he was holding next to yours on the table cloth.

“So how do you know the couple?” Joel asked you, his gaze dragging over you. You tried not to squirm under the weight of it, your face feeling hot as you set your phone face-down on the table. The way he looked at you made you feel like a bug caught under a microscope.

“The bride is my mom,” you said, fiddling with the elegantly folded cloth napkins for a moment. You glanced at her briefly, watching her giggle at something Shawn had said.

Joel nodded, a huff of a laugh following. “No shit, so you’re the stepdaughter?” he asked, an eyebrow raised as a smirk lifted the corner of his lip. One of your eyebrows lifted of its own volition, his reaction catching you off guard.

“Do I have a reputation?” A sip of your drink helped wet your dry tongue, your eyes trained on him over the rim of your glass. There was a spike of anxiety in your chest, the temporary fear that he’d heard something bad about you filling your mind. You held your glass in your hand as you crossed your legs at the ankle, waiting for his response.

Joel paused to take a drink, a hand scrubbing over his beard as he looked back at you. He shook his head, waving a hand in a way that was meant to be placating. “Shawn told me about you, said you just moved back to town a few months ago.”

“Um, yeah, actually. Moved back from Denver,” you said, bashful that the subject of you even came up. You hadn’t realized that you were important enough in Shawn’s life to mention, especially to his friends. Of course, there wasn’t animosity between the two of you, just what you assumed was limited interest. Most men didn't bother to learn too much about their adult stepchildren.

You were both leaning forward as you spoke, the music and chatter of the other guests making the barn a little too loud to hear one another clearly at a distance. He was looking down at his drink, giving you an opportunity to study his profile. Joel was easily twenty years your senior, the dark beard on his jawline threaded through with patches of silver hair.

“So—“ Joel started, getting cut off by the shuffle of the last people to their seats and an arm thrust between the two of you. The waiters serving the plated dinner made you sit upright in your chair, the soft fabric of your dress fluttering as you put some space between Joel and yourself.

You didn’t realize how hungry you were until you took the first bite of your food, a sigh escaping you as your eyelashes batted against your cheeks. Conversation floated around your head, you caught polite questions about Joel’s construction business and half-assed replies.

For some reason your mother had put you at a table full of Shawn’s friends, maybe in an attempt to help you get to know him better.

“So you’re a contractor?” you asked after your hunger had been satiated. You’d gotten a refill on your drink from one of the waiters, nursing a fresh vodka tonic as you looked at Joel.

He chewed his steak methodically, nodding as he turned slightly to look at you. “Been building houses for years, my brother, Tommy, works with me,” Joel said after he swallowed, taking his cloth napkin off his wide thigh to wipe the corner of his mouth.

“Do you like it?” you asked after a moment of contemplation, tilting your head to one side as you looked at him.

There was something about him that kept you smiling, your lips curved like a bow as you sipped your drink from the straw. You studied his features while you could, his aquiline nose and his full lower lip intriguing. Way too intriguing for someone who was your stepfather’s friend.

“Pays the bills, keeps the roof over me and Sarah’s heads.” Joel finished his plate, picking up his drink and leaning back in his seat.

Sarah? Your eyes dropped to his left hand, not seeing a ring on any of the fingers. Not even a tan line. He noticed it, making your face burn as he chuckled. “Sarah? Your…”

“Daughter,” he cut in helpfully. Daughter, he had a daughter. You exhaled, relieved. But, did he have a wife? No ring, never mentioned her. He would’ve brought her up by now. She would've attended the wedding with him. You chewed the inside of your cheek for a moment, taking a breath as you rationalized.

Your mouth opened to ask another question when glasses were chimed and dinner was cleared away. Champagne flutes were passed around, and to your horror you realized it was time for your toast. You stood in a fluid motion, adjusting your gown and your hair before heading toward the microphone next to the table with the bride and groom.

–

You spent the rest of the night getting drunk. Champagne became cocktails and cocktails became shots–all with your mother and new stepfather and family and friends from your childhood. Tipsiness made you remove your heels, kicking them off to the side to a forgotten corner as your aching feet pressed against the polished floor.

The dance floor was cramped, the band having transitioned partway through the night to someone’s phone with a playlist hooked up to the speakers. You watched your mom laugh as she was spun around by her new husband, making you smile as you nursed your glass of wine.

“You lost something.” Joel approached, pointing to your strappy heels with a lazy finger.

You grinned, your teeth digging into your lower lip for a moment as you looked up at him. “Looks like you did, too–a few things actually,” you said, nodding toward his shucked suit jacket and tie. The top few buttons of his white shirt were open, revealing just enough of his tanned chest to feel dangerous. He was more disheveled than before, a chilled beer bottle held loosely in his fingers and his cheeks flushed.

Joel chuckled, taking a step closer to you as he took a long drink from his beer. You watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed, taking a sip of your red wine in tandem.

There was something about this man that had you all kinds of flustered, a giddy lightness in your chest when he focused his attention on you. “So why aren’t you out there dancing?” Joel asked, his warm eyes surveying the dance floor before returning.

You shook your head, a demure smile and a shrug. “Never was much of a dancer.” The last time you really danced was wasted at a frat party in college, the lights low and the music making the house shake. Far from a respectable barn wedding, and definitely not your mother’s respectable barn wedding.

“That’s a shame,” Joel smiled at you, pressing just a bit closer, “a pretty girl like you should be out there.”

You were surprised by the compliment, nearly choking on your wine as your eyebrows lifted. Joel was smirking, his whole body leaning toward yours. You were warm to the touch, your entire face burning under his attentions. It felt like you were in high school again, pining after some older boy that you assumed would never look at you twice–but here he was, looking.

“Do you always flirt with your friend’s stepdaughters?” you asked, hoping to come off as hard to get. Realistically, he already had you in the palm of his hand.

Joel pursed his lips, something mischievous flashing in his dark eyes for a moment. “Just the ones that look like you,” he said, his deep voice low. It was almost too quiet to hear over the music, making you shift forward so you could hear him better.

“Joel.” It would've been chastising if it wasn’t for your bright smile. He exuded an easy confidence that was magnetic, it had your nerves on fire as you selfishly hoped that he would do more than just flirt with you. Your gaze was on his lips for a moment, taking in the lines of his full bottom lip and tidy mustache before meeting his eyes again.

“The couple is getting ready to leave!” You both looked toward the door and watched the wedding planner usher guests out the barn doors. Sparklers were thrust in everyone’s hands, the photographer already positioned at the end of the walkway near the rented white Rolls Royce.

Joel’s hand found the small of your back, warm through the thin fabric of your dress as he guided you toward the door. The wedding planner handed him two sparklers, the long kind that wobbled under their own weight.

The guests had divided into two lines, waiters lighting sparklers on either side of the column created. Joel handed you one as you stood at his side, your bare feet on the warm concrete. You held it out from your body, focused on the bright sizzle of the sparks as they made their way down the lines of powder.

Your mother and Shawn walked through the column of sparklers on cue, laughing and smiling while holding hands. They looked so happy. You could hardly imagine being that happy with someone.

She broke off for a moment to embrace you, making Joel thoughtfully pluck the sparkler out of your fingers so you didn’t burn her.

Tears pushed at your eyelids, overwhelming joy for your mother finally breaking free of your chest. You whispered ‘I love you’s into one another’s ears and pressed kisses to cheeks as you clung to each other. The photographer’s camera was shuttering nearby, catching every intimate moment.

Finally you let her go, tearful and smiling as Shawn pulled her toward the car that would take them to their hotel. Joel’s large hand found the curve of your waist, bringing you to his side as you watched your mother get into the car.

You were tipsy enough to allow it.

He was warm, smelling like cigar smoke and whiskey and cologne. You both were quiet as you watched the car pull away, your shoulders fitting in the space between his arm and torso.

“You wanna help me find my jacket? Think I left it around back when I was smoking a cigar with Shawn,” Joel murmured into your hair. His fingers pressed into your waist, his breath on your neck.

It was enough to distract you. You blinked your tears away, fingertips brushing at the corners of your eyes to make sure your makeup was still intact. “Sure,” you whispered, looking up at him after you’d composed yourself.

Your heart skipped a beat when Joel took your hand, tugging you along with him down the path on the outside of the barn. Both of you were tipsy, giggling and stumbling a bit over the paving stones that had been set in the tall grass. The lights faded behind you, the dim glow through the high windows of the barn and the solitary strand of Edison bulbs between the trees just enough to navigate by.

It all happened so fast, you didn’t even know who initiated it. Joel’s calloused hands were cupping your cheeks and jaw, tilting your head up as your lips met his. He tasted like whiskey and the sweet wedding cake, making you sigh into the kiss as your fingers twisted in his shirt and pulled him close.

You had to stand on your tip toes to kiss him properly, a few soft laughs escaping the both of you when the hard cartilage of your noses bumped and teeth clashed.

He took steps forward until your shoulder blades pressed against the side of the barn. Joel crowded you in, one hand leaving your cheek to brace against the wood behind your waist as he swiped his tongue along your bottom lip. You could feel him smiling.

You always found French kissing to be weird, never knowing quite what to do with your tongue. Whenever a guy had initiated it you managed to cut it off quickly, moving on to some other method of making out to spare yourself the embarrassment of letting your tongue sit there like a dead fish.

Of course you’d seen people do it, always seeming like a lot more licking each other than kissing. Nevertheless, the second time Joel ran his tongue along the seam of your lips you found yourself parting them for him.

Suddenly, you understood. Joel’s tongue massaged over yours as he groaned softly. You wanted him to consume you, letting him take control as he explored your mouth. He tilted your head back more, leaning over you with his full height. You flicked your tongue along his, spine arching toward him in an attempt to get closer.

The horn of the hotel shuttle startled you as you broke apart, chests heaving and your lipstick smeared onto Joel’s mouth.

“You staying at the same hotel as everyone else?” Joel asked, nosing at your hairline as his hands roamed over your dress. He bunched it in his fists, raising the hem above your calves and wrinkling the fabric.

“I am,” you breathed, twisting your fingers in his thick curls.

Joel smiled against your earlobe, nipping at it. “Wanna continue this in my room? Got a king size bed and everything,” he drawled, pulling back to look down at you. There was a sparkle in his eyes, his smile was breathtaking.

You wiped your lipstick off his bottom lip with your thumb, suddenly feeling a bit shy. “You sure?” you asked, folding your arms over your chest in a form of protection from Joel’s possible rejection.

He offered, but there was still a part of you that was worried.

He furrowed his brow, a smile still on his face as he looked down at you in the dark. “'Course I’m sure. Go get your shoes, baby, and I’ll see you on the shuttle.” Joel spun you toward the nearest door to the barn, lightly smacking your ass go get you moving.

You yelped, swatting at his hand with a glare.

“Go on, before I ruin that pretty dress of yours in the dirt out here,” he told you, a smirk on his face as he nodded his chin toward the door. You rolled your eyes, acquiescing to his instructions.

—

It took Joel no time to get you down the hall from the packed elevator and to his room. He clumsily tapped his keycard against the sensor, stamping kisses along the side of your neck as you giggled in the cage of his arms.

Finally he got it to unlock, tightening an arm around your waist as he pushed the door open. Joel took wide, staggered steps on either side of your body as he ushered you inside.

As soon as the door snapped shut he was already lifting the bottom of your dress, kisses turning into bites on the curve of your neck. “Jo-el,” you whined through giggles as you grabbed the forearm he’d locked around your waist.

“Unfair that you’re this fucking pretty,” he mumbled, making your face heat up as you tried to protest. Joel shushed you by grabbing a handful of the meat of your thigh, groaning in your ear.

“How’s it unfair?” you managed to ask, your head spinning from the overwhelming presence of Joel. His rough, calloused hands were groping at your soft flesh, his lips sucking marks on your neck like you were teenagers.

The room was relatively untouched, his open suitcase on the stand near the large windows on the far side of the room. The curtains were slightly open, moonlight filtering in. “S’unfair that I didn’t meet you sooner,” Joel said, scraping his blunt teeth over the sensitive spot just under your earlobe. You shivered in his arms.

He separated from you just enough to shuck his suit jacket that he had haphazardly put on for the shuttle, tossing it on the little sofa in the room. You turned after stepping out of your heels, linking your hands behind Joel’s neck and pulling him in for another kiss.

Joel smiled into it, his hands grabbing your waist and holding you flush against his body. “You still wanna do this?” His fingers moved to your spine and played with the zipper on the back of your dress, looking down at you as he waited for your answer. "Don't want you to feel pressured or anything."

“Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be,” you murmured, carding your fingers in his thick curls.

Joel just groaned, pressing you flush against him as he captured you in another needy kiss. He pulled the zipper of your dress down in one fluid motion, making a shiver prickle up the length of your spine.

“Let me see ya, baby,” he said against your mouth, pulling the thick straps of your dress down your arms.

You let the fabric pool at your feet, your sheer, skin-colored bra and panties leaving little to the imagination. A wave of insecurity flashed over you, your skin suddenly feeling stretched too tight over your body as your face and neck heated up.

You were too aware of the parts of yourself that you didn’t like: the dimpled flesh on the outside of your thighs and the hairs you hadn’t plucked away because the wedding was the last place you thought you’d find a one night stand. A wobbly smile formed, your instinct making you bury your face in Joel’s neck to hide.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled, his voice so quiet you almost didn’t hear his praise. His massive hands ran down your sides, thumbing at the mesh of your bra and panties before he started moving you backwards.

Your calves hit the bed, making you squawk in an unflattering way as Joel lowered you to the mattress. “You’re so gorgeous,” he breathed, his lips trailing down your neck until he was kissing and sucking at your sternum. He nudged your knees apart with his free hand, his other forearm planted on the mattress to hold his weight off of you. He slotted himself in the space between your thighs as his tongue laved over your nipple through the mesh fabric of your bra.

The noise that came out of your throat was embarrassing. Your breath turned into a strangled moan, eyebrows pinching together. The sensation only made your arousal increase tenfold, spine already arching to press your tit against his mouth.

Joel chuckled, soft brown eyes ticking up to look at your face. “That sensitive?” he said, more of a statement than a question. You found yourself nodding anyway. He thumbed at your other nipple, making it bud against the thin fabric and pulling another whine from your throat. He snickered.

“Don’t tease,” you huffed, wiggling your hips and lightly squeezing his sides with your knees.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Joel muttered, a smile stretching on his lips as he rolled the pad of his thumb over your nipple again. He placed kisses along your stomach, making you suck in the soft flesh on reflex. His coarse facial hair tickled your skin, making you giggle a bit as he continued to work his way down your form.

“Just wanna taste ya, okay?” Joel asked, his broad shoulders between your spread thighs. His thick fingers hooked into your panties, manipulating your legs so he could pull them off and toss them somewhere in the room. He pressed your legs apart before you could snap them shut, a seed of worry taking root in your mind as you looked down at him.

You’d never been so self-conscious during a hook-up before, but for some reason Joel felt different. Your thoughts were preoccupied on how you looked from his vantage point, if you smelled alright and if anything looked weird.

“Been wanting to taste you all night, ever since I saw you standing up there during that damn ceremony.”

He spread you apart with his thumbs, eyes focused on your already wet pussy as a smirk stretched across his features. He just stared, making you want to crawl back into yourself. Then the feeling of his tongue on your clit makes you forget your worries, your face scrunching as you moaned. Joel hooked your leg over his shoulder, your heel pressing against his back as he pushed your thighs even further apart.

You couldn’t remember a time when you’d been so soaked before, sticky arousal practically gushing out of you. Joel’s wide tongue licked long stripes up your cunt, careful to practically gulp down everything that he could. He was groaning as he ate you out, his big hands digging into your waist to pull you closer. The coarse hair of his beard was rough against the soft skin of your inner thighs

“Oh–oh god, Joel,” you sighed, propping yourself up on an elbow so you could look at him.

Your thighs were quaking, pressing against his ears as your hips twitched. Joel’s dark eyes were hazy and half lidded as he lapped over your clit, working with a focus you’d never experienced with any other man. He looked beautiful between your legs, belly-down on the mattress and still dressed in his button down shirt and slacks.

One of his hands left your hip, snaking up your stomach to reach blindly until he cupped your breast. He pulled at the cup of your bra, revealing your peaked nipple. The bud was immediately pinched between his thumb and forefinger, making you arch your back as you let out another whine of his name.

Joel dipped down to shove his searing tongue inside of you as his nose bumped into the swollen bead of your clit. A bolt of lightning ricocheted up your spine, a gasp leaving you. It felt so good you could almost cry, your chest heaving and hips clumsily grinding toward his mouth. You were already starting to tremble, pleasure sparking in the pit of your stomach as he mouthed at you.

And then he pulled back.

“Joel!” you yelped, starting to sit up as your gaze hardened into a glare. Your pussy clenched around nothing, neglected and empty with an interrupted orgasm.

He huffed a laugh, looking down at you as he knelt on the bed in front of you. “You’re right, baby, that’s my name,” he teased, his voice deep and smokey.

He grabbed you roughly by the hips, pulling so you fell to your back again. “You fucker–” Joel cut you off by pressing the backs of your knees until you were bent in half, a brief show of just how strong he was. His calloused hands gripped the soft flesh of your ass, readjusting you again so the small of your back was propped up against his quads. You’d never been in this angle before, your pussy the highest point of your body as he pushed his forearms against your thighs to keep you still.

Joel’s hot breath washed over your cunt before he delved back into it, greedy as he started sucking on your clit. With the way you were contorted, you were completely helpless, any attempt to move your hips just made your thighs push uselessly against his arms. You were soaking, your arousal dripping down to your asshole as you whimpered pathetically.

He went at a leisurely pace, taking his time to tongue at you and lick long stripes from your perineum to your clit. Your hands were clenching in the white comforter on the hotel bed, your chest heaving. There was something about being completely at his mercy that made your head spin.

You wanted to be greedy, take everything he would give you; but, Joel was in no rush, languidly pressing his face into your pussy despite your best efforts to get him to speed up.

It was overwhelming in all the right ways, your head spinning as you watched Joel lick at you like he wanted to consume every part of you. Joel cupped your breast in a hand, strumming his thumb lightly over your nipple to keep it stimulated as you gasped.

You were delirious by the time he sunk two fingers into you, almost making you scream. Joel took a few breaths, his pink lips swollen and shiny with your arousal as he studied your expression. You could hardly think straight, strings of curses mixed with his name falling from your lips as you panted like a bitch in heat.

The squelching sound of his fingers lazily pumping into your pussy filled the hotel room, loud enough to make your cheeks burn. You wetted your lips, trying to catch your breath beneath Joel.

“So fucking tight around my fingers,” Joel mumbled, the words muffled and wet because he didn’t pull away. It didn’t even feel like he was talking to you, communing with your pussy instead. The praise went directly to your head, making you tighten around his fingers. You threaded a hand in his hair, keeping his mouth pressed against you. “Tastes just as good as I expected.”

“Oh… oh my god,” you breathed, your climax building toward its precipice.

Joel wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, just barely speeding up the rhythm of his fingers fucking into you. His thumb on your nipple followed suit, matching the motion as tears filled your eyes. Your fingers threaded into his curls, your brows furrowed as you pulled on his hair. He grunted against you, not letting up as he worked you up toward the edge.

When you came it was a whole body event. Your legs trembled, hips burning from the awkward angle Joel had bent you into. Your back arched, breath pausing in your chest. Your cunt clenched around his fingers, sucked tight and feeling every inch of them inside you. The pleasure was white-hot as it coursed through you, leaving your nerves buzzing and your ears ringing as your body went limp.

“So pretty when you come,” Joel said, his thick fingers still deep inside you.

You were almost nonverbal, your response a delirious sob as you looked up at Joel with watery eyes. He caressed your cheek, gently stroking your jaw and thumb wiping over your lower lip. You kissed the pad of it out of reflex, the motion making his expression soften for a moment.

Then he started to massage the spongy spot inside of your dripping pussy, making your eyes roll back. “Too sensitive,” you whined, grabbing onto his forearm in a weak attempt to stop him.

“Trust me, baby, I’ve got you,” he said in that syrupy tone, gaze still locked on your face as you squirmed. He took his hand away from your cheek, holding one of your legs to keep you still as he fucked his fingers into you. “You can do one more for me, right?”

The need to please him made you nod, taking in a deep and shaky breath. You couldn’t do anything but take it, your mouth dropping open and your back arching. The overstimulation made you tremble, your whole body squirming. Breaths kept huffing out of you, your brows pinched tight as you tried to relax. It was hard to think straight, hell, it was hard to even breathe.

Joel pulled his fingers out of you for a moment to strum over your swollen clit, only touching you with just enough pressure to drive you crazy. He continued until you were straining against him, moaning and sobbing his name. It was like he was carved from stone, hardly giving you any leeway as he kept you in place. The pressure in you built faster this time, it was almost embarrassing how quick he was able to get you to the edge.

“Joel, Joel, Joel–ohmygod,” you gasped, reaching for purchase against his thigh. His dress pants were soft under your fingers as you squeezed, your body practically vibrating.

“I know, baby, I know,” he murmured soothingly, pressing a wet kiss to the back of your thigh as his fingers hooked back into you.

Joel fucked you on them at a ruthless pace as his thumb rolled over the crest of your sex, your mouth opening in a wordless cry as you fell into your second orgasm of the night. You were completely lost, your eyes squeezed shut as your muscles spasmed against the restraint of Joel’s arms. White noise filled your mind, your body melting against Joel’s thighs and the bed as your legs fell open even further.

He rubbed along the seam of your cunt soothingly, calloused fingers working you through the aftershocks. Your eyes were completely hazed when you looked up at him, splayed on the bed like every bone had been pulled from your body. He looked positively giddy, his wet fingers smearing on your thigh as he rubbed your legs in an effort to help you come back to yourself.

Joel let you off of him, returning your spine to the mattress as he leaned over you to give you a kiss. You hummed into it, smelling and tasting your salty-sweet slick on his lips and facial hair. “Please fuck me,” you begged between presses of his mouth, desperation easy to hear in your tone.

“‘Course I will, baby,” he said, getting off the bed to quickly undress himself. You shakily sat up, unclipping your bra at your back and tossing it aside.

Joel was impressive, his body rippled with muscles beneath a layer of fat that told you he was eating well. Your gaze dragged down him, mouth watering as you finally saw his cock. It was big, the same tanned tone of his skin with a flushed tip. It jutted from a patch of trimmed, dark hair that was accentuated by the happy trail beneath his navel. You swallowed thickly, pussy clenching at the thought of him fucking you into the mattress.

You kissed him eagerly as he got back on the bed, part of you so desperate to please him. Joel was older than you, so much more experienced, you just wanted him to like you.

He grunted, curling a hand around the back of your neck to keep you close. His other hand traveled down your body, massaging your hip with his thumb. You were putty in his hands, your own arms in a loop around his neck.

“Lay down,” Joel mumbled against the hinge of your jaw, nipping at the bone. You whimpered, fingers digging into the broad muscle of his shoulders as you complied. Joel ran a hand over you, sliding it down the valley between your breasts and over your soft stomach.

The backs of your thighs were pressed against his quads as he took himself in his hand, sliding the blunt head of his cock along your pussy. You clenched around nothing, desperate and wanting. “Joel, please.”

You couldn’t take waiting anymore.

He smirked, notching himself at your entrance and obliging you. Joel pressed and pressed and pressed until his hips were completely snug against yours. He split you in half across the width of his cock, moving slow to give you some time to adjust. It felt like he’d consumed all of the extra space in your body, you even felt him in your throat.

You breathed brokenly, back arched and hips twitching as you struggled to find a comfortable position. You weren’t a virgin–weren’t anything close to it, really–but it felt just as overwhelming as your first time.

Joel bent over you, his elbows on either side of your head carrying his weight as he ground his hips against yours. His forehead pressed into your shoulder, a heated groan rumbling from his chest. It was hard to make sense of things, rattled breaths filling your chest as your mind whirred uselessly. He peppered kisses over your face, his lips wet and warm as he showered you in affection.

Then he moved his hips, the roll of them slow and syrupy and making you nearly choke. You grabbed at his biceps, an attempt to anchor yourself to him as he started to rut his hips into yours. He made room for himself with every press of his cock, molding you to the shape of him.

Joel collected your leg with a rough hand, pushing your knee toward your chest. He let it come to rest in the curve of his elbow, palm pressed flat to the comforter as he spread you open wider. Your hips protested as he splayed you apart, the discomfort easily taking a backseat to your pleasure.

You keened, mouth falling open as he sank even deeper inside of you. Your breaths came out in little mewls, matching Joel’s grunts as you met each thrust with a weak roll of your hips. His lips were at your throat, sucking more marks into the skin and his facial hair scratching against you. “Goddamn, you’re gonna be the death of me, baby,” Joel groaned into the curve of your neck, still keeping an even rhythm

You let out a breathy laugh–you felt the same way about him. He lifted himself to get a better look at you, dark brown eyes as warm as the summer sun as his gaze drifted all the way down to where his cock was buried in you. He grunted at the sight, pupils dilating like drops of ink in water.

His free hand lifted off its elbow, his weight shifting to one side so he could wet the pad of his thumb with a lick of his tongue. You were making sounds you couldn’t control, each thrust pushing a small gasp from your throat. Then, Joel dropped his hand to your lower abdomen, gently tracing the curve of your belly down into the soft thatch of hair you hadn’t bothered to shave.

A calloused thumb found your clit, swirling over it with a confident pressure in a way that made your eyes nearly roll back in your skull. Joel was pounding into the spot that made you see stars, merciless in his pace. “Joel… oh god…”

You could feel the flutter of your orgasm starting, your legs trembled against his arm and the curve of his waist. You chanted his name like a prayer, overstimulated tears starting to squeeze out of the corners of your eyes and roll into your hairline. He just soldiered on, grinding his thumb over your clit as he worked you higher and higher toward the edge.

A rattling gasp escaped your throat as you pulsed around Joel, your brows pinching and your body stiffening beneath his. You could feel the release from the soles of your feet to the crown of your head, your nails digging into his thick biceps as the flickering pleasure turned into a full on forest fire. You leaned up to wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down onto the mattress with you as you held him close.

“Fuck,” Joel moaned into your neck. His thrusts became sloppy fast, his discipline gone to the wayside now that he made you come on his cock. You felt him twitch inside you, his breath coming out in hot huffs against the curve of your shoulder. His hand grabbed your hip, pulling you down to match his frantic thrusts as he moaned your name into your skin.

You wanted to pull his head away from you so you could see how his face looked when he finished. The muscles in his abdomen clenched, his hips grinding tight to yours as he came inside of you. You moaned with him, the feeling of being filled up by him satiating a need you didn’t know you had as you dragged your blunt nails on his scalp.

Joel finally collapsed, the weight of his body pressing down on you as you combed your fingers through his hair. His hips were cradled by your legs, sweat slicking your skin wherever it was pressed together. You breathed against one another, pulling each other close as you basked in the afterglow.

You were sharing the same air, pressing loose kisses to each other's warm skin as you melted into each other for an unknown amount of time. It could have been seconds, it could have been hours.

“We should clean up,” you finally breathed, able to come back to yourself.

Joel nodded against your neck, you felt it more than you saw it. You giggled after he didn’t move, still leaving you helpless and pinned beneath him. He seemed to make himself even more comfortable, arms constricting around you and face nuzzling closer to your throat.

“Joel,” you chastised, lightly shoving at his shoulder. It was half-hearted and meaningless–you were more than content to stay here all night if you had to.

“I like how you say that, Joel,” he said, mimicking your voice in an annoyingly high-pitched tone. It made you laugh, throwing your head back against the comforter as you shook it.

He hissed, pulling away from you just enough to prop himself up on an elbow. “You clench around me like a fucking vise when you laugh like that, baby,” Joel muttered, swirling his fingertips over your skin. He didn’t move to pull out of you quite yet, the two of you relishing in the intimacy of your embrace.

A slow smirk crossed his face, his dark eyes flickering back up to meet yours. “Plus, what’s the point of cleaning up if I’m not done with you yet?”

–

Needless to say, you were sneaking out of his room when the dregs of sunlight started streaming through the hotel room windows, sore and exhausted, with his phone number typed into your phone and his hickeys all over your skin.

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can you elaborate more on steve being abandoned by the narrative?

yes <3 so i think there are two very unfortunate circumstances surrounding steve's character that have led to the current state of his plotline: 1. after not killing him in s1 like they originally planned, the duffers have never really had a plan for steve and 2. they are extremely influenced by audiences. when they were conceptualizing steve to fit in among the ensemble cast, the duffers were picturing him as a douchey boyfriend who unceremoniously dies. lonnie was originally going to come back to the byers house to save jonathan and nancy. there was no need to picture where he'd be 4 seasons down the road, so they just didn't account for that. then joe keery charmed them so hard that they literally couldn't bear to kill him, so steve ends season one still somehow alive.

but we've already established the nancy/jonathan plotline, because jonathan was once the duffers' self-insert who must defeat the evil jock and win over the girl. they couldn't just backpedal on that right away, so they needed to give nancy and jonathan a plotline alone, away from steve. but steve only ever functioned as an extension of nancy until this point, so what do we do with steve now? in an accidental stroke of genius that the duffers have admitted was a last second decision, they pair him with the children and make him into a babysitter. it almost instantly boosts steve into being tied with hopper and el for most popular character from the show, potentially even beats them both out. in 2017 when s2 aired, you could not escape mom steve jokes. it was everywhere, steve was everywhere, joe was everywhere, it was arguably the second coming of #justice for barb, which, in netflix business-y terms, was the exact viral meme type situation that the show wanted and needed to sell merch and remain relevant and say "see we still got it!!!"

you know who has the 2nd most lines in the entirety of season three? directly behind hopper? ahead of winona ryder? steve. think for a second about how absolutely insane that is. the character who was written specifically to die in season one. joe keery's name wasn't even in the season one credits, because he wasn't considered a series regular. and now he has the 2nd most spoken lines in the big blockbuster season because he rocketed up in popularity so intensely. season three marketing features the mall so heavily, creates a literal physical shrine to 80s nostalgia, and when the very first promo is released an entire year before the season airs, who's the star of that teaser trailer? and who, pray tell, is featured in the main brand sponsorship ad that plays in movie theaters worldwide? thats right its america's little darling steve harrington.

but here is the issue. the duffers look at what made steve popular and they see: funny exasperated babysitter, heartthrob action hero. they're like oh okay so we should keep putting him directly in the center of the action, bang him up every season to give him his classic bloodied aesthetic, but. he still needs to be funny. we can almost kill him, but we can't actually kill him because he's profitable. we can let him get horrifically injured because it's badass, but we still gotta let him crack jokes. it creates this very weird tone to steve's role in the story starting in season 3 because he's both the action hero and the comedic relief and protected by plot armor, so we get scenes where he's being literally tortured until he's begging for his life and gasping for breath but the tone is still.......fun? comedic? light and goofy? i think the duffers also forgot he's supposed to be a teenager.

now this is partially me making educated guesses but i feel pretty confident about this: once again, like gollum, joe keery uses his big shiny eyes and manages to evade death again in season four by being so likable and charming and marketable that netflix execs or shawn levy or maybe even the duffers themselves were like oh fuck we just can't do it. they were obviously tossing around the idea of taking mom steve all the way by letting him die sacrificially for dustin, so in season four they make eddie, transfer steve's relationship with dustin directly onto him, ctrl f steve's name in the death scene and just type in eddie instead, and once again steve is alive but he's directionless.

so what does he have now, in season four? i think the duffers have a whiteboard somewhere with steve's name and around it are little circles that say "funny" "cool" "DO NOT KILL" and steve is now stuck in this endless cycle of getting beaten up, popping back up somehow unharmed like a looney tune, saying something cute and oblivious, rinse and repeat. because that's what worked, that's what made him popular all the way back in season two. that's what the duffers are obviously keeping in mind when they're writing steve: popularity. not realism, not depth, not growth, just literally how to continue making him popular. meanwhile, other characters get to be part of the actual story. other characters get to serve a purpose other than selling merch. when el is bitten by a monster, she gets to actually feel pain and need help because that's realistically what any human would need. when hopper is tortured, he gets to suffer and ponder his existence and reflect on the relationships in his life. steve never gets any of that, because the writers just don't see steve as the 19 year old boy on his 4th straight year of traumatic events that he actually is.

they literally just see him as a money maker, there for cool viral moments and witty lines and maybe the occasional emotion experienced but only if it's about his romantic prospects. and the narrative that other characters get to have and be apart of just kinda runs parallel to steve. he's there, technically, but he's not really in the story. and it's like actually crazy because you'd think after all the funko pops he sold, he'd have earned an actual storyline!!!

#sorry this is So long im just tb the history of steve......#know your stevestory #anon #answered

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trash----panda · 20 days

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Gt thing i dreamed about

The smaller inhabitants of this planet have no idea how long this massive creature has been here, they call it the Wanderer, most avoid it cause of how large it is. It travels all over the continent, searching for strange obelisks, the Mink are a delivery sysytem of information, they monitor it's activities and report back to the public.

It was Shawn's turn to watch it, and for once, it tripped on a tree root, the device it was carrying breaking, it spoke a strange language he couldnt make out. It just sounded angry. Not too far away from himself he spotted a shiny little orb looking piece, without thinking much of it, he snuck out to collect it. As he was looking it over he noticed the Wanderer had gone silent. He looked up to see it starring down at him, his blood ran cold as his brain started to list the ways this thing could kill him. He braced himself when the thing reached out, squeezing his eyes shut...

"😅😀" it just took the piece he had and walked away. He paused, standing there for a moment before his legs finally gave out under him, what just happened.... RIGHT he had to report this. He struggled to stand, eventually making it to the nearest station, quickly notifying everyone. The system honestly wasnt the greatest, more like spreading gossip than information, you always had to hear it from someone.

Since Shawn made the discovery he requested to continue following it. Hurrying to catch up when permission was granted. When he spotted it it had found another obelisk. Setting the device down and pressing something against it, making it hum for a second before changing from a black to a dull green. Shawn watched dumbfounded, they never knew what those did but it seemed to like them a lot. He flinched when the Wanderer stood up, they didnt look so good, come to think of it he hadnt seen them eating before. They started moving again, but this got him thinking maybe this is why it tripped earlier. His little tail flicked around a bit as he thought, Garol wasnt far, maybe he could get supplies, he'd have to be fast though.

It took him just under an hour to get there and back, slowed by the fact he was carrying extra supplies. He was worried he'd lost track of the Wanderer. Lucky for him they'd seemed to collapse at some point after he left, he wasnt sure it was even alive. Being cautious as he approached it's face.

The eyes. Those big green eyes focused on him again, making his heart jump a little.

It furrowed it's brows a little, probably confused since the Minks usually avoided them. Shawn glanced at it's mouth, unsure how he should do this. Using his hand to gently tap their lips, pretty sure he was about to lose a hand. Surprisingly it seemed to comply, just as nervous as him opening it's mouth. This, homestly made him excited, it could be communicated with, he threw off his backpack and cautiously threw a few loafs of bread in for it, watching anxiously. He didnt even notice the hand coming up behind him, screaming a little when touched, it made the other recoil a bit before attempting again. He was tense but quickly relaxed when it pet him, making a soft noise he figured was supposed to be a thanks. He knew this was more to report but that wasnt an issue he was worried about.

As soon as they had some strength they got up to wander again, seeming to ignore Shawn's protest. He was hesitant but ended up climbing their leg to try and get up to their shoulder. For the first time he was pretty sure he scared the Wanderer for a second, when it made the same noise he did earlier, it probably didnt like people climbing on it but it resisited swatting him off. He settled in on it's shoulder, leaning against it's neck.

"if you're gonna go im going too" he knew it didnt understand

But he wanted to voice his actions regardless. The giant stood there a moment, starring, before starting to walk. They were slower and more tense with the other on them, afraid of knocking him off. He started to notice where they were going, he knew there was another obelisk this way but... there were also wolves, could this thing really beat those. He absent mindedly looked them over, trying to determine their fighting skills, not noticing till they shivered his tail was tickling their neck. He grabbed it and pulled it close. Apologizing.

Contrary to what others reported it did stop at night, sitting down by a tree with a soft sigh. Shawn carfully climbed down, telling it where he was going even if it didnt understand and running off to report. These newer reports had caught other's attention, the talk of near by towns being if they should approach it. The Baron still claimed they are not allowed to but that didnt stop rumors from spreading.

Shawn came back with a little extra bread, figuring he could feed it again. But it wasnt there. That's when his heart sank a little, it smelled like dog over here. He hurried over to the tree, grimacing when he saw the blood smearer against the bark. The grads near by tainted as well. He wanted to call out but... if those things found him. He heard a twig snap, something big approaching. It was that same feeling creeping up again, his legs wouldnt move, he could only watch as the Wanderer came out. Covered in cuts and bruises, dragging a carcass behind it. It didnt acknowledge him, he wasnt sure it could even see him in the darkness. It just tossed the wolf aside and started to prepare a camp fire. So thay's what it ate? Wolves? He didnt know what to think, his heart still racing as he watched it prepare. It lit the fire, turning around to collect the meat, finally spotting him. This time he knew for sure he scared it, it fell back with a yelp, he'd never seen something so big so scared of him. That was enought to break the tension, he laughed, his body relaxing a little as those same hands that once terrified him quickly started checking him for wounds. Like they werent the ones soaked in blood. He pushed them away gently, trying to reassure it, it took awhile but it finally backed off to cook. Glancing nervously at him every few minutes.

So it didnt have night vision and it worried about someone as small as Shawn. He started to think about it, noticing it checked him for wounds, but he didnt fight. It dawned on him, it couldnt see so it thought it hurt him. His tail wagged a little bit, watching this strange creature. This thing really was interesting.

It used the fur to repair it's clothes, carving bone into tools, preparing the meat to last over a travel, and burrying what it didnt use. That's why they never found what it ate, they burried it. He watched it scratch at a scab formed on it's neck, it probably didnt have any medicine, he was debating if he had the money to get enough to help something so big. He flinched a little when it approached him, offering it's hand so he didnt need to climb. He blushed a little before climbing on, being brought up to it's shoulder as carfully as it could. It walked with more confidence this time, probably helped it got actual food. He was a little more confident they were safe on this route after last night. His only real concern being what it will do when it encounters a lake in the way. This would be interesting.

It travelled till sunset, having to sit down again, offering him some of the meat which he happily ate, it was rare he got anything like wolf, not to mention travelled so far so fast. His train of thought was broken by a light coming from it's device. It was checking something, he assumed all the symbols were language. They pressed on the screen, pausing the string of information to reread it. He glanced at them, noticing how... Well it was an uneasy look. He tried to reach up and tap their cheek, falling off when his foot slipped. He didnt fall as far as he thought he would, the ground below him... Oh it was the hand. Their hair was puffed up a bit, he didnt mean to keep scaring them. They put him on the ground so he couldnt fall, their cheeks an off red color. He didnt know this thing could blush! He jumped to try and tap it's knee, wanting it's attention. The Wanderer finally looked at him, still looking kinda anxious. How was he gonna do this. He tried to gesture to the device and then at them, communication was a lot harder than he thought. They starred for a moment, trying to put two and two together. Something clicked for them, adjusting how they were sitting so they could draw in the dirt

(🟩🟩🟩)

🙋------->🏠

(🟩🟩🟩)

It hesitated, trying it's best. Circling him.

(🟩🟩🟩)

0-------> 💥💥💥💥🔥🔥

(🟩🟩🟩)

It starred, waiting for him to get it. He walked around it a bit, perplexed by what it could mean, pointing to 🏠 "what"

(🟩🟩🟩)

🙋-------> 👨‍👨‍👦‍👦

(🟩🟩🟩)

He starred a little more, starting to understand. His heart sinking a little as he starred at the second one.

"so.... we die? If you go home?" It seemed to understand that, glancing away. He wasnt sure what to make of it, sitting down next to it so it knew he wasnt mad. He could feel it starring though, obviously worried it upset him. He sat there for a moment before sighing, catching it's attention as he got up. Going over to the drawings.

0 ----> 👨‍👨‍👦‍👦

He sat down in the circle, huffing a little. It just starred at him, it was unnerving. As if it didnt know what to think. He didnt know how it would react, pretty sure it'd be pissed. Watching as it laid down on it's belly so it was at eye level. The noise it made, could only be described as a whimper, catching him completely off guard, their hand gently carressing his side. He pat it to try and reassure them, noticing that they were crying now he hurried to climb the arm they were resting their head behind. Struggling to get up as he spouted apologies. He managed to grab onto their nose, trying his best to hug them, he wasnt big enough to make them feel better damn it. All he could do was keep apologizing. They adjusted a little, gently cupping him against their cheek, the skin felt warm and kinda sticky, probably from the crying but he didnt mind, just wanting to help the big lug calm down. He gently stroked their cheek till their grip loosened and the noises slowly go quieter. He wriggled free, noticing they'd fallen asleep crying. It was just like a big kid, probably was a kid. He hesitated....he didnt have to report this... He nestled in against their face. He was just gonna stay here, so when they wake up, they wont have to be alone this time. They probably needed it.

"goodnight... wanderer" he mumbled as he dozed off as well.

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magnoliacharmed · 1 year

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Bubbly

(not my gif!)

Shawn Michaels x Fem!Reader one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Word count: 964

Tags: Romantic gestures, champagne, the heart shaped hot tub!, Loverboy Shawn

Summary:

Prompt: Bubbly | A romantic night with you and Shawn.

Author’s note: Prompt from @fluffyfebruary! I’ll be posting various stories using their prompts throughout the month.

Shawn sure enjoyed playing up that loverboy persona of his.

You were awoken that morning with a loud knock on your door. Rushing down the steps to see what the problem was, you flung open the door to be greeted by a gigantic bouquet of blood red roses. Your eyes widened at the delivery boy who struggled under the weight of the beautiful flowers. The note was printed on hefty cardstock with gold foil surrounding the edges. Shawn certainly was sparing no expense on this night of romance.

There won't be any heartbreak at the hotel tonight.

-S

You rolled your eyes playfully at the card. The rest of your day was a blur as you tried to keep focus on the errands around the house. Shawn had decided to call you a couple of times while you took care of your chores in an attempt to distract you. You fell for it after the second call, leaning against the wall to hear his smooth voice tell you how much he missed you. A fuzziness built at the way he called you honey, the word just skirting the edge of lewdness. After the call ended you ignored the constant ringing that followed it up. Shawn loved to play his little games with you.

As the night approached you, butterflies fluttered in your stomach. A car would be coming to drop you off at a hotel on the outskirts of town. You were completely awash in Shawn's all encompassing feelings of passionate love for you, and you for him. Memories of past rendezvous left you in an intoxicating daze while you applied your makeup and chose your outfit. When you heard the car horn beep outside, you looked down at the dress you wore in confusion. In your zoned out state you didn't even realize what you grabbed out of your closet! It was sexier than you were going for, but as you left the house you figured it fit the mood of the night better than whatever your original plan would be.

Your nerves were completely bunched up at the sight of the hotel coming closer and closer. The building was relatively inconspicuous, causing you to become more alert. Shawn never did anything on the small scale and this place felt absolutely miniscule. It was tucked away amongst the beginnings of a forest that seemed to go on for miles. Shawn met you at the door of the lobby dressed in all black, his blond hair waving down his shoulders in contrast. You couldn't help but to run into his arms and squeal at seeing him again. It just wasn't the same seeing him on TV bouncing around into the ring like an overgrown golden retriever puppy. Your friends were getting sick of the way you grabbed them in excitement every time Shawn won a match. He called you like clockwork after each show no matter how it ended. When he won you showered him with compliments, and when he lost you babied him beyond all belief. Sometimes you swore you could hear him pouting over the phone, his bottom lip poking out just the slightest. Now that you were back in his arms, he squeezed you as tight as he could without hurting you.

"Miss me, honey?"

You nodded against his chest as he rested his hand against the back of your neck. "You know I did."

He hummed and began to move his hand up and down your back lovingly. With a deep breath he led you to the shiny gold doors of the elevator. The exterior of the building was very misleading to what was on offer on the inside. The gold and marble patterns covered every free inch of space to the point of making your eyes hurt. Shawn's hands roamed all over your body in the short time it took the elevator to reach the top floor of the hotel. You melted under his restrained touch. The flowers were gorgeous and the hotel was campy fun, but you would've been happy in a rundown old house as long as you were spending time with Shawn.

Entering your room, your smile spread so wide across your face that your lips started to hurt.

Hearts, hearts, hearts…

Everywhere!

The vanity mirror, the bed, even the large window facing out into the trees was heart shaped. The real pièce de résistance of the suite was the huge, candy red heart bathtub in the center. Two glasses of champagne bubbled away by the edge of the tub as Shawn reached down to make sure the water was still warm. He seemed especially proud of the massive amount of bubbly foam that filled the heart. Shawn scooped up some of the bubbles and blew them out at you playfully. His clothes flew off of him with a grace that took quite a bit of control. You could see the effort he exerted painted plainly across his face and your heart floated. Even in his excitement he still wanted to look as sexy as possible for you.

Your own clothes fell beside you slowly. You took even longer to actually get in the tub for Shawn's benefit. There was something about the look in his eyes that made you feel like you were on top of the world. His soapy hand held onto the other champagne glass carefully to hand it over to you. You took a sip of it and floated over to him to plant a kiss on his lips that felt exceptionally chaste in contrast to the lovey dovey theming surrounding you.

"I hope there's more of that coming." Your golden retriever of a man winked a blue eye at you, the charm incapable of being turned off.

"That and more, sweetheart."

#shawn michaels #wwe imagine #shawn michaels x reader #shawn michaels fanfic #wrestling fanfic #wrestling #wwe #wwe fanfic #wwe shawn michaels #magnoliafanfic

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wrxsslin-hours · 4 months

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random high school au, headcanons

Bret Hart x Shawn Michaels

a/n: The mind wanders when you're watching 90s wrestling clips and y2k highschool movies while drinking beer on christmas day

» Contrary to popular belief, Shawn isn't as much of an idiot as people think. However, that doesn't stop him from playing dumb if it means getting his crush—Bret Hart, the student body president and local band geek—to be his tutor.

» The start of their relationship began on the wrong foot. Bret, the student body president, and Shawn, a degenerate—it's only natural. Shawn had once spat gum into Bret’s hair, and in return, Bret purposely misplaced Shawn’s belongings in areas where they shouldn’t be.

"'Hey, has anyone seen my magazine?' Shawn shouted, annoyed, as Bret attempted to cut off the strings of gum entangled with the strands of his hair. Bret knew full well he had flushed the magazine down the toilet during recess behind Shawn’s back, but he wasn’t going to tell the blonde that.

» Their blossoming love all started when Shawn was assigned a seat behind Bret for a history class. Shawn was too busy passing notes with Hunter one day, and in the middle of writing about how Hunter has a huge nose, Shawn was called to stand up and answer a question. The problem is that Shawn didn’t know the question, let alone the answer to it. This was it; it was over for him. He’s too young and hot to get detention! And when all hope was lost, a ray of light shined down upon him from the heavens. Shawn’s eyes saw Bret’s hands trying to sign a number. And in a sudden burst of confidence, Shawn said, 'One nine one seven.' 'You mean 1917?' '. . . Yes?' '. . . Sit down, Michaels.'

» The biggest sigh of relief escaped from Shawn’s lungs. Thank God for small miracles. When class ended, Shawn tapped Bret on the shoulder with his pencil and said his thanks before disappearing into the hall with Hunter and Chyna in tow.

» Bret didn’t get strawberry-scented gum stuck in his hair anymore, and Shawn found a new copy of his lost magazine in his backpack.

» Shawn found out about Bret’s tutoring gig from his younger brother Owen. Shawn overheard the younger Hart mention it in the cafeteria, and Shawn immediately plopped his ass between Owen and some kid named Koko B. Ware who always managed to sneak in his pet parrot past the school guards. Owen knows about Shawn’s crush on his brother, and he didn’t tell his brother anything about it in favor of watching how it unravels itself.

“Your brother is tutoring?” “Yeah.” “How can I sign up for that?” “You know it would be easier if you just talk to him, right?” “Don’t be ridiculous, Owen.”

» Hunter doesn’t understand what Shawn sees in Bret (“You got a thing for glasses, don’t you, Shawn?”) and Chyna could care less.

» After convincing Owen to have Bret agree to tutor him (which cost Shawn twenty bucks and a packet of gum), Shawn finally had the chance to spend more time with Bret—as if he couldn’t do that by just talking to the Hart instead of losing money and dignity during the process. But ah, the trials and tribulations of love.

» They spend an hour in the library every day after class. Shawn would be the first person there, fidgeting in his seat in the corner of the library, waiting for Bret and thinking of any suave pick-up lines to say (No, he doesn’t end up saying them). Bret would appear 2 minutes late, on the dot, every time. Bret’s got his hair in a ponytail just in case Shawn has plans of painting his hair with his gum again.

» Shawn made the foolproof plan of pushing up his stupidity so Bret can spend more time tutoring him. Bret immediately knows Shawn’s faking his idiocy from the get-go. There’s no damn way Shawn doesn’t know the multiplication table. Shawn is not amused.

“You know you could just say that you want to hang out more, right? “I can? *Insert that one emoji with big shiny eyes*”

» They start spending time together after their tutor sessions. Become great buddies. Yay! Shawn’s too scared to confess his love because he doesn’t want to ruin his friendship with Bret. And he doesn’t know that Bret is also on the same boat. It’s ridiculous, quite frankly. They’re both messes and their friends are there to watch it all go down in real time.

» Shawn thinks if he learns to play an instrument, then Bret will like him more, and Bret strongly believes that if he dresses like Shawn more, then Shawn would find him attractive (“Trust me, Owen. I’m never wrong.” “Uh-huh.”) And that segues into Bret buying a leather jacket and Shawn failing to play the drums. It all accumulates into them confessing their feelings to each other at the same time one afternoon. They are both awfully embarrassed but thrilled afterward.

» Let this AU go in whichever direction you want. Brainrot is strong in this one, I fear.

#shawn michaels x bret hart #bretshawn #hartbreak #wwe fanfiction #wwe headcanons #wwe fanfic #writing #dividers by: cafekitsune

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Ghost and Doc (Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader)

Masterlist

Part Twenty-Seven

I have a date today- excuse my happiness that you can't even see lol. Hope y'all enjoy!

Roach went back to the plane to get his belongings while you said your goodbyes to your team. Alejandro and Gaz gave their condolences to you finally, asking if you would still keep up with them. You promised you’d try, as you wiped away a few tears. Soap engulfed you in a whole-ass hug like he’d done earlier when calming you down, saying that if you needed anything, his number was in your phone. You told him you would, but doubted anything bad would happen with Roach. (Soap silently hoped that was the case)

Ghost’s arms were crossed as he watched you say the goodbyes. He could hear the other voice in his head saying that they should stay, but he obviously pushed it down considering they’d gotten orders from Price. And there would be too much conflict with Roach to stay. “We’re a phone call away if you need us, D- (Y/n). Just call and we’ll be here when we can.”

You smiled, lightly and tiredly. “Thanks, Ghost… but Gary will take care of me. He’s done this before.” You noticed his shoulders tense, so you put your hand on his shoulder. “I’ll call if I need it. C-Can I give you a hug, LT?”

“...Just this once,” Ghost responded quietly. Your arms went right above his waist due to your height. His hands hovered in the air for just a moment, before tapping your back a few times. Once he saw the rest of the team was staring- including Roach, he let go and pushed you away a bit. “Take care.”

Your smile fell a little as the tears started to come back. You’re leaving your family again. Shut up. “Y’all t-too… Tell Price I-I said hi.” You watched your team load up onto the plane, waving as the back of it shut. You waited until the plane was in the air before turning to Roach and looking down. “Will this be like last time?”

Roach shrugged. “Depends. We’ll see how your first couple of nights go.” He put a hand on your back, reassuringly, then started to make his way towards your truck. “I’ll drive, you shouldn’t be right now in the state you’re in. Hand me the keys.”

Now, Ghost normally respects his team’s privacy… but with this? He felt like he needed to know exactly what was about to go down. So, while on the flight back to base, he managed to get someone to dig up old information about you… information that involved Roach in it. Call it concern, if you would.

In the winter of 2020, Medical Sergeant (Y/n) (L/n) was put on leave due to a divorce from her ex-husband, Shawn Hill. According to a close acquaintance of hers, Sergeant Gary Sanderson, she turned to alcohol as a coping mechanism. Medical Sergeant (L/n) is to become completely sober before returning to work, by any means necessary. Thankfully, Sergeant Sanderson has taken up his vacation time to be with her through this process. Hopefully this works out. I’d hate to lose one of our best medics to a glass bottle.

An alcoholic? Ghost exited out of the classified file and turned off the tablet, setting it down next to him. His fists went under his chin as this processed through his head. He didn’t figure you as one… actually- While you’d been that one night, Ghost had woken up in the middle of the night. So, he went downstairs to get some tea to help him out. Next to the coffee machine, something he hadn’t noticed earlier, was a shiny coin with a number two on it. When he rubbed it to read it better, the words had been put together: Unity Service Recovery.

“It was a fucking sobriety chip…” he muttered under his breath. With the headset on, however, everyone heard what he said and looked at him with raised brows. He wasn’t sure he should tell them, but he had been the one snooping. “Just read something about the medical sergeant. It explains a bit of her relationship with… Roach.”

Soap blinked at him, gesturing with his hand to continue. “Well? The fuck does it have to do with a sobriety chip?” Ghost tilted his head to the side, giving Soap a ‘really’ look. “Oh… oh… Well, why do you know that? Seems like classified information.”

“Si, it does.” Alejandro nodded, rubbing his chin. “Hope you weren’t searching around her files, hermano. We’re all worried about her, but she clearly trusts… Roach? We need to leave them alone unless she asks for ayuda.” Gaz muttered in agreement next to him.

Well, Ghost didn’t really feel like expressing his concerns publicly, but it came out anyway. “He’s helped her in the past, that’s all. It’s what I was…” Concerned about. “I just wanted to know.”

Soap hummed. “Sounds like you’re concerned, LT.” Ghost narrowed his eyes and glared at the sergeant. “What? You do sound concerned for her. Am I right guys?”

“Leave us out of this one, hermano.” They wouldn’t say they agreed with him, not out loud at least. (Soap would beat their asses later for this)

Ghost sighed. “Call it what you will. Let’s drop it for now.”

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real-total-drama-takes · 8 months

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We have been talking about how Shawn knows how to bake but can we talk about the fact that he in canon likes shiny things??

IDK IF IM JUST A LOSER BUT PERSONALLY I FIND THAT AWESOME.

#total drama #td shawn #tdpi

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Down the Gopher's Vertical Tunnel

Fandom: Psych 2006

Word Count: 1,062

Summary: Shawn in Alice's Wonderland

A/N: For Psych creation fest! Prompts used: Hunted, too many teeth, dazed and confused

AO3 Link

Shawn rushed through the open field, jumping over beds of snapdragons snapping at his feet. His lungs burned as he breathed in, a piercing pain in his gut awakened, making him clench his teeth in response. Shawn runs and runs, the moon making an effort to barely light his path, it’s crooked grin mocking him.

He comes to an abrupt stop before a sunflower field, each flower twice as tall as himself. Reluctant to step into the flowers, he peaked in first, putting his hand on the stem closest to him, his heavy breath making itself known in the cool air.

The dim light of the moon didn’t reach between the sunflowers, it was dark inside, but the ground beneath him was barren, any grass that once grew was long dead, meaning this trail was often used. As Shawn thought of his choices, he heard the sound of metal armour hitting metal armour, the sound of playing cards cutting through the air. They were getting closer, he had no choice but to step inside.

As soon as Shawn stepped inside, everything grew quiet, the flowers acting as walls, covering him from any danger outside. Shawn followed the path and trailed his hand across the green stems, they were his guides in the dark. There was a twist here, a turn there, and then Shawn reached a fork, he had to decide between going left or right. It seemed easy enough, he just followed the light coming from deep inside of the left path. As he got closer to the light he noticed the stems had changed colour to a more bluer hue.

He reached the source of the light, a small lantern with a blue flame inside, it sat atop a small round table decorated with two little white teacups, a red rose on each. There was a teapot beside the lantern, steam pouring from its spout.

Shawn’s eyebrows creased in confusion, how was there fresh brewed tea in the middle of a field? Yet again, how were playing cards sentient and hunting him down. Shawn watched the steam swirl into the air, it mesmerised him.

Entranced him.

“No.”

“Oh c’mon, Gus.”

“I said no, Shawn.” Gus shook his head violently in objection.

“It’s just a hole, Gus, it’s not gonna hurt you.” Shawn pointed at the dark hole in front of the tree trunk.

“I’m not taking any chances at getting bit in the face by an angry gopher.”

Shawn clicked his tongue and hit Gus in his stomach before bravely kneeling in front of the hole. He’d become curious after something shiny had caught his eye as him and Gus walked by.

The hole in the dirt was deep and dark, almost never ending, it was like nothing he’d ever seen before, roots blocked his view any deeper into the vertical tunnel. Shawn leaned in close, his fingers gripping tight at the dirt and damp grass.

His hand slipped.

In he went, straight down the gopher’s hole.

“Shawn!”

Gus’s voice startled Shawn from his trance, its echo bouncing around Shawn’s head. Shawn took a deep breath, wiped his sweaty palms on his dirtied jeans and continued on his way.

Nothing about this was normal, nothing about any of this was right. It was all wrong, all Shawn wanted to do that morning was go on a tranquil walk with Gus, possibly get some snacks along the way, but instead he’d ended up here.

He was afraid, lost in some bizarre land where everything that wasn’t supposed to be alive, was and tried to talk to him. And if it wasn’t trying to have a polite conversation, it was trying to kill him. Like the very lovely gopher he did end up seeing as soon as he stopped falling. It had simply stared at Shawn until he took a step forward and the creature growled at him, revealing unnatural rows of teeth. Shawn had stayed frozen and the thing just took off, running into the forest nearby.

Shawn stopped and paid attention to his surroundings, he had reached another fork, this time he would take the right path. With each step he grew more nervous, not too sure what would come next.

It was the little table and tea set again, except, the lantern’s light was dying out, only a little speck of blue was left dancing around the wick of the candle inside, the tea seemed to have grown cold. Shawn’s head started working furiously to remember if he really had taken the right path, he had. So how had he ended up here?

Shawn picked up one of the cups and looked inside, a ring of brown stained the white porcelain. He examined the exterior, flipping the fragile cup in his hands. The red rose that had adorned the outside was now white, with only a black outline allowing him to tell the rose was even there in the first place.

Shawn huffed out in frustration as he put the cup down. This place was messing with his head, he needed to get out, and fast. He ran forward, his feet heavy, leaving a print with each step he took. Shawn kept at a slow enough pace so he wouldn't hurt himself in the dark. The flowers around him had begun to make him feel stuffy, trapped. The sound of the air ruffling through the petals above made Shawn feel as if the petals themselves were looking down at him, giggling at him and his confusion.

Shawn saw a light once more at the end of the flower tunnel, luckily this time, he had no choice to make and only had to move forward. He picked up the pace, running straight to the exit.

He burst into the open field, the wind hit his face, immediately cooling him down. He took a deep breath in, letting himself be touched by the moon’s light. That’s when he heard it, the sound of metal hitting metal. The sound of the playing cards folding in on themselves.

Shawn opened his eyes, there was a line of cards, each branded with

a red heart and number, all pointing spears at him, trapping him in like an animal.

Shawn lifted his hands, his heart thumping behind his ribs. “I have a question,” he said nervously, “do I get a prize for getting a flush?

#psych #psych 2006 #alice in wonderland au #psych fanfiction #fanfic writing #shawn spencer #psych creation fest #loverboywrites

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critter-casey · 6 months

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“Bright Side of Things” (digital illustration) — CW

#bright side #star facts #cute monster #best friends #shawn and shiny #illustrators on tumblr #cartoonists on tumblr #artists on tumblr #digital illustration #digital drawing #tayasuisketches #tayasui sketches #stars #dad jokes #corny puns #critter casey #casey white

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heartbreakprincewille · 1 year

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Masterlist (because I am very forgetful)

Heya!

This is just a masterlist for all my edits and fics I've written so that I(and anyone else) can find them whenever they want to.

Wilmon edits:

Red- Taylor Swift

Kalank edit (Bollywood song)

I Think He Knows- Taylor Swift

I HATE EVERYBODY- Halsey

Hits Different- Taylor Swift

Mastermind- Taylor Swift

Always Been You- Shawn Mendes

Long Story Short- Taylor Swift

Everything Has Changed- Taylor Swift, Ed Sheeran

Fics:

Let Me Sing You Into Eternity (oneshot)

Golden Dreams Were Shiny Days(oneshot)

Life feels like a lie(I need something to be true) (oneshot)

I'd Find You In Any World (oneshot)

It Still Hurts Underneath My Scars(From When They Pulled Me Apart) (oneshot)

Let Me Move You (multi-chapter)(to be continued from May)

Rose-Tinted Ache (multi-chapter) (this one as well)

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scratchandplaster · 2 months

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FEBUWHUMP DAY 12 - Semi-conscious

CW: conditioning, parental Whumper, amnesia, emotional manipulation

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"...easy to return here whenever I..."

"My words...you know how to..."

"...slowly coming back to the waking world."

Someone was speaking to him, though Ben was still far too gone to register it.

"Eight. Feeling the tranquility join you from within, always following my voice."

Not yet, he wanted to stay in the pleasant darkness.

"Nine. Coming back to me now, and ten: Wake up!"

With a snap, Bens eyes plopped open, searching confused for the origin of this command. There he was again: Dad, rubbing up and down his spine to help him stir back to the present. The warm smile Ben all too gladly returned only helped to hold on to it.

"Well then, how are we feeling?"

Blinking a few times made the fog in his head partially vanish, but the airy, sticky presence at the back of his head never budged. Yet Ben didn't just feel okay, he felt great! Like a heavy burden was lifted from his chest.

Not strong enough to use his voice again, he simply hugged his dad as tight as he could. Oh, Ben missed him so-so much, it was killing him. Shepard, too, was freed of the heavy pressure inside his heart, never stopping the calming pets that kept his son's mind warm and pliable.

"Ben, do you have any questions about what we discussed?"

Questions? What did they talk about? Maybe Ben spaced out again, like he always did if his wits weren't required... Well, it couldn't have been very dicey if his thoughts already jumped to another topic.

"No, thanks."

Dad's smirk told him that this was somehow the right answer: "Perfect. Dinner will be ready soon, so let's get you to freshen up a bit."

Though Ben had no idea nor clue about what was happening to him, he trusted his dad to guide him. Shepard always knew what to do.

During the past few hours spent together, the sun had begun to set again. The dim twilight didn't really help in getting rid of the fuzziness adorning the world around the edges - focussing felt impossibly hard.

Only as a damp wash cloth wiped through Ben's weary face, his mind began to clear up further, yesterday's worries nothing more than a bad dream.

Cleaning up the crumbs of sleep from Reuben's eyes let Shepard reminisce of how it used to be between him and his sons, just the three of them hand in hand. Since then, everything had just become more complicated. Maybe too complicated, seeing how the boys saw themselves as abandoned and unloved enough to leave one after another. A mistake he had to correct.

After getting the debris off Ben, Shepard picked up a wooden brush to comb through his untamed hair. As far as his dad could tell, Ben enjoyed the endless attention, nearly whining when it stopped.

"It's chilly outside," Shepard whispered and eyed Ben's unusual outfit; too much polyester for his taste, "I don't want you to get a cold, so I made a little something."

Rummaging around behind himself, Shepard pulled out a cardigan and unfolded it to let Ben be the judge of it: it was brand new, mustard-yellow yarn loosely knit into itself. Ben found it beautiful, especially the little cherries stitched on it.

Cherries…just like Sam gave him. Ben hoped they wouldn't join them for dinner too, and cursed himself for it instantly. A cracked ego was no reason to be rude.

"I tried a new pattern. You still grow like a weed, so I had to tweak the measurements a bit," Dad explained and helped him into it, beaming with joy.

Ben, fuzzy and floaty, was also handed a shiny bar of chocolate from a trunk besides them.

"What's that?"

"The present you bought for us," Shepard responded confused, arranging Ben's hairdo into a neat side parting.

"Uhm-"

"At the store? You said you wanted to hand it out at dinner. Shawn couldn't sit still because of all the anticipation."

"Oh, sure." Dinner - there was a stray memory about a gift, though escorted by the faint impression that something was off. This fugue state Shepard recognized only grudgingly.

"You don't have to share, it's yours. You're free to decide."

"No-no, it’s okay. I'm just a bit lost." A clear understatement, dear Ben would forget his own head if it wasn't screwed on. Biting his lip, he had a question for him after all: "Dad, I-I want to know beforehand: how - what will be my punishment?"

Shepard's face twisted painfully: "Punishment? Punish - no! We are so thankful that you came back to us, none of us would ever punish you for that."

Reuben doubted his candor again, as if Shepard didn't just spend hours educating him otherwise. Soft words were not enough this time, it seemed, as Ben kept on dodging his shocked gaze: "Luke said you'd hate me for leaving."

"Oh sweetheart, come on," Shepard sighed and gently took his hand, "I'll show you the truth."

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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Febuwhump 2024 Masterlist]

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Who do we think is switching, and what do we think is going to happen when we get back?

Just my thoughts on Casa Amor. Some of this won't make sense, and I'm probably going to be talking in circles.

Emel is gonna switch. If she doesn't, she's gonna expect Oakley to stick with her even after postcards come out. But then he's gonna switch bc he didn't like what he saw. I know for a fact she's gonna lose it when she sees what he's been doing.

Theo and Claudia aren't switching

Bea is gonna bring back that Lego looking mf. Sadly we might see him all the way to the end.

Jin/LI is going to switch. Idk why but something in my soul makes me feel like Rahim and Shannon shit. PLEASE GOD LET ME BE WRONG. I bet if it happens some dumbass (Emel or whoever it is for others I think it's Luna in other paths) is gonna say some shit like "I thought yall had a connection

Hari won't switch, and he'll be MC's night in shiny armor, and he's gonna somehow try to win her over helping her through this bs

Emel is probably gonna try to bring back Shawn just to spite us or something.

Sienna is probably who Jin/LI is going to switch to.

All I know for sure is that I'm gonna replay and not flirt with them boys 😔 I don't need Jin seeing how embarrassing I was being. He needs to see I still want him 😩

For my relationship, I hope there's nothing too bad on the postcards or movie night. FOR THE DRAMA THO, I hope postcards and movie night destroy couples.

#litg #litg tempting fate #litg thoughts #im just talking

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gatzilksis-2 · 2 years

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The Ten Year Miracle Pt. 2

Pt.1

18+

Philip finished his cigarette and opened the door to return to the gym. Josh stood behind him--over him, body heat radiating as his big left hand held the door open. He'd put his shirt back on without buttoning it, leaving the belly free to hang.

Philip was almost surprised at his openness, but Josh had been the most popular guy. No one would say anything rude to him.

Josh rested both warm paws on his shoulders, and Philip shivered. The big man guided him through the flashing lights in the dark, towards a table of exclusively popular people.

I knew who they all were: everyone did. Josh had changed the most, but his high school best friend Aaron wasn't far behind. Aaron had been a musclehead with a great head of hair, but now he was bald and pudgy (though nowhere near as heavy as Josh).

David had always been a big guy, a linebacker whom Philip did recall farting several times back then. The last two of them had been direct bullies: tan, blond Shawn and freckled ginger Wade.

Josh flopped down in a chair, the belly resting in his lap. Philip paused at another chair, all of them staring at him. He turned and pushed through the crowd to the bathroom. They were all adults now, but he couldn't comfortably sit with them.

Josh came into the bathroom, his belly shiny under the bright flourescent lights. Philip stood at a sink, Josh behind him. The bellied man lifted his arms into an impressive flex. BR-PHBRRRT! Josh smirked and winked at Philip's smile in the mirror. "There it is! What's wrong, Phil?"

"You must remember high school very differently." Philip could smell the fart as soon as it was out, even with the strong scent of urinal cakes.

Josh didn't say anything. He was thinking as a hand absentmindedly rubbed his belly up and down. His gaze returned to Philip with a fresh smile. "You wanna come with me for a few? I gotta put on cooler clothes."

Philip's mouth dropped open, but he closed it again. Josh had noticed, and his smile became a little happier. Before he could say anything, Philip managed to work out, "Sure!"

Philip didn't believe in God, but someone was watching out for him. He was going to be alone with the man of his dreams while he changed. Philip had dreamed of high school Josh so many times, still used memories of him to get off...

Now it was happening for real, only with a hundred extra pounds and a lot more farting.

Philip followed Josh down the hall and past Mrs. Marsh. He nodded his head to her. "We'll be back!"

Josh pushed outside and took off his shirt while walking. His belly jiggled like jello, and his thick, giant ass starting talking. BWRR! BWAAMP! VWRRR! PLRRRT! PWRT!

Philip was forced to follow through his trail of heavy, rancid stink. He was glad the farts stopped after only five steps.

Josh approached an old, gray car and manually unlocked his door. He got in and leaned over to unlock the passenger door. Philip sat in the dirty, garbage-strewn car. The air smelled like the hundreds of stale farts filling the light blue fabric driver's seat.

Maybe Josh really did fart all the time.

The man himself threw his shirt into the back seat and started the car. The engine was loud, and Josh began to chuckle at nothing. "Don't worry: this car's too old for window locks."

"Thank fuck for that," I mumbled but smiled at him. "So, what have you been up to the last ten years?"

"Did oil fields for a while, but I got tired of never having days off." Josh drove off school property and turned right, the way outside town. "Courtney made me keep going, but when we split up, I quit. Now I work from home, trying to sell whatever product my company is trying to push."

"That doesn't sound too bad," said Philip. "I've only done customer service. Retail right--"

PHLRRR-BWRRRRR-PR-PR-PRRT!

Josh had dramatically leaned forward to fire off his long, popping fart. His same aggressive stink filled his car, and Philip cracked his window a few inches. "What did you eat?"

Josh shrugged, but he was smiling, beaming. "Buncha shit, I don't know. Doesn't matter much either way. I got this stomach condition..."

FLRRRP!

He laughed and cracked his window, too. "Alright. Not trying to make anybody sick."

"Thanks," said Philip. There was a second if silence, and he found another question. "Does your family know about you?"

"My mom, yes. My brother, no." Josh turned right, heading for the Marathon and Sleep Inn in the middle of nowhere. He wasn't as happy, the question having struck a nerve.

He zoomed into the Sleep Inn parking lot and cut the engine. Josh and Philip got out, the latter thankful for unfarted oxygen.

Josh walked in and turned left to the elevator banks. Philip watched each ass cheek bounce with every step. He just wanted to grab a handful of his fat ass.

The elevator dinged, and the door slid open to the wood and mirrored interior. Philip remembered the farts and hesitantly stepped in after his sexy companion. He stayed at the front, and Josh leaned over him again to push the number 3 button.

Josh returned to the elevator's center as the doors closed. Philip rolled his eyes as Josh slowly squatted. VWRRRRMP-VWRRRRRR-WOORRRR!

It was a disgusting display, a round of deep, wet farts like Philip had never heard before. The smell was immediately stronger than Josh's prior farts. Philip held his breath while trying to wave it away. "Did you have to do that?"

"I do it every time." Josh chuckled at his friend's suffering. "It's hilarious."

The elevator stopped, dinged, and opened. Philip wondered for a second if this was worth it, but he knew it was. How many people in school would kill to spend alone time with Josh Woods?

Josh unlocked room 311 with a keycard. Philip slipped in ahead of him to avoid another cropdusting. "Nice room!"

"Thanks." Josh sat his fat ass on the edge of the closer bed. He slipped off his shoes, and the hotel room air was marked by the spicy scent of his sweaty socks. There they were, those big, attractive feet.

Philip got a boner and sat on the other bed. Annoyingly, Josh got up with his socks on and carried a gym bag to the bathroom. He closed the door, and Philip lay back on the bed.

He wanted to touch Josh's bare feet, to see his enormous ass cheeks in the nude. Philip was conflicted: the butt was so nice, but what came out of it was not.

The bathroom door opened, and Josh came out in only silver shorts and a black tanktop. He smiled at Warren and threw the dress clothes into a corner. "So much better!"

Josh stepped between the beds, and Philip noticed his bare feet. They were just as big and perfect as years before, toes long and nails trimmed. Now, they were pudgy, too, from the weight Josh had gained.

Josh came to a stop in front of him, lifting his shirt to scratch his belly. His ass stuck out like a shelf behind him. Philip smiled at Josh, but he kept glancing at his belly, his feet, his ass from the side...

It was quiet for a long moment, the men staring into each other's eyes. Josh suddenly turned, and Philip was staring at his spherical ass cheeks in silver fabric.

PHLARRR-BWARRRP-PRT!

It happened before Philip could move, as deep and gurgly as ever. The smell was like the one in the elevator. Philip scurried across the bed, shocked. Josh had farted right in his face.

Josh doubled over laughing. He straightened up, throwing Philip another joyful wink. "Watch out. I'm comfortable with you now."

"Why with the farts?" Philip asked. He stood from the other side of the bed and turned towards Josh again.

"I told you it's a condition." Josh gave half a laugh but realized the atmosphere seemed off. "Listen, if you don't wanna hang out, I can drop you back at the--"

"No!" Philip interrupted, shaking his head. He strolled to the other side of the bed, grimacing when the fart became stronger closer to the man. "No. I wanna hang out with you."

"Okay." Josh's smile came back in full force. His shirt was still folded up to show his belly. He calmly and carefully placed his right hand on Philip's side. "I wanna hang out with you, too."

Philip quivered, in disbelief of everything around him. If spoiled air wasn't part of it, it would have been perfect.

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